Free Sins of the Cities of the Plain by Jack Saul Page A

him to step into the bedroom to try on the dress.
         “Reluctantly, he was going to fit it on, and was about to turn away as I removed my morning costume, when I exclaimed: ‘Oh, not for a minute or two. I feel rather faint, my dear Mr. Bruce. I must sit still a little. Do you mind giving me a drop of that cordial?’ as I indicated a little liqueur case on the table. ‘It will put me right at once. I often come over like that. Thank you. Now pray take a little yourself. It will do you good, and is so nice.’
         “He followed my example, and seemed evidently to like the flavour of it.
         “’Sit down, dear, by my side. There is no hurry about that troublesome costume.’
         “Then as he sat down I gave him such a luscious kiss on his mouth, saying: ‘You look so pretty; do excuse me, if you won’t kiss me in return. I do so love to be kissed by nice people; not ladies, of course, but I am so fond of gentlemen if they will let me love them. Do kiss me, darling!’ and I drew his face again towards mine and looked into those lovely deep blue eyes.
         “He threw his arms ‘round my neck as he blushed up to his temples, and said in a soft voice: ‘How can I help it? You are so loving!’
         “Then our lips joined in such a long-drawn kiss that I quite felt him heave with emotion. ‘Do I excite you, darling, by such kissing?’ I asked, and taking advantage of his confusion, I soon had one hand opening his pants. I slipped my trembling fingers into the thatch of his love. He scarcely resisted my advances at all.
         “’You love, I must kiss it. For God’s sake let me. I am so in love with you!’ I said, slipping down on my knees in front of him, and before he could help himself my head was buried in his trousers. My tongue caressed his cock, as my hands forced his yielding thighs apart. It was too much for him. The cordial had so warmed his blood he could hardly tell what he anted; besides, I was a lady, and not a man, there could be no harm in that, as he afterwards told me.
         “How I did gamahuche him as he fell back on the sofa and let me have my way. He wriggled, heaved and sighed.
         “I could hear him gasp out: “You darling; you love! How nice; how delicious!’
         “Then his spendings came in thick creamy jets, and I sucked it all up, and delighted him so by the titillations of my tongue that he soon came again.
         “After a little I got up and sat by his side.
         “’And you, love won’t you allow me a kiss and return you the exquisite pleasure you have just afforded me?’ he asked, as he kissed me excitedly.
         “I pretended to resist his attempts to get at my cunny, and at last blushingly told him that I was one of the unfortunate beings (which perhaps he had heard of) who had a malformation, something like the male instrument—in fact, it was capable of stiffening, and always did so under excitement, exactly as a man’s would do.
         “’But, darling,’ I added, ‘It is quite harmless, and can do no mischief like the real male affair. Now you, I know, will be too disgusted to want to kiss me, although I am dying for you to afford me that pleasure.’
         “This avowal seemed to excite him still more, and he assured me that he had often heard of hermaphrodites, and that they could have a man as well as a woman. And now, darling, I am more anxious than ever to see and caress the jewel you must have. I must confess I have often wanted to feel what a man is like, and you can oblige me without any risk if you will. Will you, my darling?”
         “He had got to the object of his desires by the time he ceased speaking, and at once commenced to kiss and caress it; the idea that perhaps I might be a real man never seemed to occur to his mind.
         “’Oh, do have me, Miss Murray. I should so like you to ravish me; my blood is on fire; I’m not in my right